[Zekarion opens his mouth to protest for a moment—he's only thirty-six?!—but closes it a moment after. After all his talk of being apologetic, he probably shouldn't push back too much. He's faintly reminded of Ferran's close friend... a frequent annoyance, that one...]
So I've heard. [There is some mild protest in the way he says it, though he won't argue outright about his age with this kid.] Copies were made, I was told. Do you know the state of those?
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So I've heard. [There is some mild protest in the way he says it, though he won't argue outright about his age with this kid.] Copies were made, I was told. Do you know the state of those?